Sliding my hand down from her breast and across her flat stomach, I find her clit with my thumb. Pressing it induces a gasp of pleasure from my wild, young partner.
"OHHHH! GOD!" Yelena huffs as my thumb rubs circles over her sensitive love button. Bucking my hips off the bed, I pound my cock into her and tease her clit while she rides me like a bronco.
"OHHH! YEAH! OHHH! FUCK!" Yelena is ready to burst; I pull my arm from around my sister, grab Yelena's waist with both hands and slam her repeatedly down on my cock.
"OOOOOOOOOOFUUUUUUKKKKK!" Yelena screams, exploding in ecstasy as my cock erupts inside of her. Yelena collapses on my chest, rocking back and forth through the final fulfilling moments of her orgasm and milking the remaining cum from my cock. I put my arm back around my sister and pull her tightly against us while Yelena and I attempt to catch our breath.
"Thank you, Max!" Yelena says, kissing me all over my face. "Thank you, thank you, thank you." Her chest is heaving and her pussy is still snugly wrapped around my spent cock as she persists in expressing her gratitude.
"I should be thanking you," I tell her, kissing her on the forehead. "That was incredible!"
"Thank you, Kamala," Yelena whispers. "Thanks for sharing your brother with us."
"He wasn't doing anything anyway," Kamala laughs as she rubs her friends back. My right hand is all over Kamala's back, touching and stroking while I kiss the top of her head. This is as intimate as we've been. It's almost like she participated. She was right there, I was touching her while I was fucking Yelena! Unfuckingbelievable!
"I should probably go," Yelena says, sitting up with a big smile on her face. "My sister will be home soon. I should be there." She lifts herself up and my sheathed cock flops onto my stomach. "I'll get my stuff."
After Yelena leaves the room, Kamala lifts my cock, sloppy with Yelena's juices and removes the condom. "This guy's gotten quite a workout today," she smiles as she wraps the used condom in a tissue. Damn! Could this day get any wilder?
Rolling her body onto mine, Kamala stretches out so her pussy is directly against my spent cock and her breasts are mashed into my chest. Looking into my eyes she says, "You should probably walk Yelena home. It's late and her house will be dark."
"I probably should," I agree, wrapping my arms around my sister and holding her against me. Pressing her lips against mine, she gives me a quick kiss and rolls back off.
"Hurry back," she says, wiping the mixed juices from her abdomen. Who knows what that was all about? No doubt my sister is horny as hell after watching all the fucking this afternoon. Are we about to cross the line? I'm certainly going to hurry back. Fuck!
Yelena only lives a few houses away and it takes us about five minutes to walk there. She unlocks the door and I go in with her until she has the lights on and feels safe.
"Max," she says, pulling me against her. "I know what you said about not getting hurt and I'm not expecting anything to change between us..." She kisses me long and hard. "But just so you know, if you just want to get laid you know where to find me."
"I may come looking, Yelena," I answer, honestly. "But you should be looking for guys closer to your own age." I kiss her again like a lover's reluctant goodbye and head home to find out what's going on with my sister.
Kamala is no longer naked, she's slipped on a man's dress shirt, buttoning the bottom two buttons and leaving most of her breasts exposed.
"I cleaned up and put the sheets in the washer," she says as I walk in the door. "How's Yelena?"
"She told me to call her anytime I want to get laid," I answer, smiling.
"Thank you for doing that," Kamala says, stepping close and giving me a hug. "And for everything."
"Yeah, well you owe me," I say with a mock pout. "Pimping me out to all your friends. Making me eat their pussies and fuck them like I'm some kind of sex slave."
"Awww, poor baby," Kamala says, touching my cheek. "How can I ever repay you for such debauchery?" She's standing close, looking into my eyes.
"Is this my shirt?" I ask, grabbing the edges of the material and twisting them outward to expose her breasts.
"I felt weird cleaning the house naked," she shrugs. "Do you mind?"
"Mind?" I say pulling her closer to me. "This is really crossing the line, Kamala!" I tell her with mock anger. "It's one thing for us to be kissing, touching and going down on each other but wearing my clothes, that's just too much!"
"Too much what?" she asks pressing her body against me.
"Too much intimacy!" I answer. "Take it off this instant!"
"If you insist," she says with exaggerated bashfulness. "By the way, that's three things, not one," she says as she unbuttons the bottom two buttons and drops my shirt to the floor.
"What's three things?" I ask, honestly confused.
"Kissing, touching and oral sex," she smiles as she unbuttons my shirt, the one I'm wearing. "That's three things and you said it is one thing." Her hand has slid inside my open shirt and she's gliding her palm over my bare chest.
"Well, just don't cross that line again," I admonish her with dramatic flare. "You're my sister and there are certain lines we just shouldn't cross."
"Like wearing your clothes?" she asks, as she slips my shirt off my shoulders. She's completely naked and I have just my shorts on.
I tentatively put my hands on her bare back and pull her to me. Now that we're alone it feels kind of awkward to be like this with my sister. When her friends were here, we could pretend she was just going along with their antics. Now it's just the two of us.
"Are there any other lines we shouldn't cross?" Kamala asks, like she's reading my mind. She's pressed up against me but unfortunately it seems that four times might be my limit. My cock can barely register any excitement.
"Probably," I answer, lowering my mouth to hers. We kiss more tenderly this time and, if possible, it's even more erotic than when she attacked my mouth earlier. Instead of fighting for space our tongues are entwined in a tantalizingly slow dance. The kiss does nothing to dissuade me from crossing any lines.
"I'm so horny," Kamala says, breaking the kiss and focusing her beautiful eyes on mine. "I watched you fuck my friends all afternoon."
"What went through your mind while you were watching us?" I ask, my mind still reeling from the passion of her kiss.
"I wished it was me," she says, quietly. "Especially when you did Yelena twice,' she smiles. "What were you thinking about while you were fucking them?"
"I was wishing it was you, too," I answer honestly.
"Really?" she asks, surprised. "Even when you were fucking Monica?" she teases.
"Even then," I answer, my hands squeezing her firm ass and pulling her against me.
"Now what?" she asks the million dollar question. Now what, indeed!
"I think we should take your advice from last night and leave this decision for the morning," I say. "And not just because I've already cum four times today," I laugh. Kamala just holds me tighter without saying anything,
"In the morning there will only be two choices," I tell her, breathing in the smell of her hair. "Yes or no. There'll be no room for maybe anymore, Kamala." She nods, knowingly. "Yes or no." I repeat, digging my fingers gently into her ass. My sister remains silent. "It's okay, if it's no." I assure her.
"Feel how wet I am," she whispers, after another moment's hesitation. Taking a tiny step back, she gives me room for one arm to slip between us. I skim my hand through her pubic hair and cup her pussy mound in my palm as she spreads her legs to give me access. My middle finger finds the opening dripping with heat as I trace my fingertip along her distended labia.
"Mmmm," she murmurs as my finger effortlessly slips inside her steamy pussy and I pull my palm tightly against her mound. She emits a low moan and then asks, "Why am I the only one naked?" she asks.
Without waiting for an answer she undoes my shorts and pulls them down along with my underwear, momentarily dislodging my finger from her anxious pussy. Stepping out of my shorts and kicking them aside, I slide two fingers inside of her saturated snatch as she presses her thigh against my limp cock.
I lean my face towards hers and our lips meet with an impatient eagerness as she jams her tongue into my mouth. My fingers explore her velvety softness inside her overheated pussy as I finger fuck my sister.
"Will you sleep with me tonight?" she asks, panting as we break the kiss. "It'll be easier to give you my answer in the morning if we're already together," she smiles. I nod and she leads me by my hand down the hall to her bedroom.
"I'm going to want you to fuck me in the morning," she says, looking totally confident with her big brown eyes focused on mine. I smile broadly as I nod my head, not trusting myself to speak.
"I don't mind if you wake me up early," I say as we crawl under the covers.
"Don't go to sleep just yet, Stud," Kamala says, lying back and spreading her legs invitingly. "Is your tongue still functioning?" she teases.
"You bet!" I answer, crawling up between her legs. Her pussy is soaking wet as I tease her labia and lick around every crevice and fold.
"Oh Max!" she moans when I flick my tongue across her clit and slip my finger inside her soggy opening. I eat my sister to a face-drenching orgasm as she screams my name and violently climaxes against my face.
"OH GOD! FUCK! MAX! OH, MAX!" Her juices gush over my tongue as her body contorts and writhes and her hands smash my face against her splayed-open pussy. She rides out her orgasm as I lap up her steadily flowing juices.
I wipe my face on the sheet and stretch out next to my sister as she catches her breath.
"God, I needed that!" she says, turning towards me and pulling me into a tight embrace. I stop her when she starts moving her lips towards mine.
"I taste like pussy," I warn her.
"At least it's mine," she smiles as she moves closer and slides her tongue into my mouth. We kiss passionately and her hand slides between my legs, gently squeezing my semi-erect cock. "Think five is the magic number?" she asks, breaking the kiss.
"I wish, Sis," I answer honestly. "But I really think we should sleep on it. If we still want to in the morning, it will be better if I'm fully recovered. I don't want to disappoint you our first time."
"I can't imagine you could disappoint me, Max," she says, snuggling into my arms. "But you rest and we'll see what the morning brings." I close my eyes but my mind is reeling with everything that's happened, especially sleeping with my sister!"
I awaken once in the middle of the night when Kamala rolls over. Rolling with her, I spoon myself against her lovely ass, my cock nestling comfortably between her warm cheeks. I consider waking her as I loop my arm around her waist and breathe in her scent but instead I just pull her more tightly against me as I drift back to sleep.
In the morning, Kamala is gone and the welcoming smell of frying bacon hangs in the air. I hit the bathroom, brush my teeth and walk into the kitchen without getting dressed.
There is a plate of bacon sitting on the table and my sister is stirring pancake batter with her back to me. She's wearing the sexy purple nightie from Friday night and my cock responds instantly even before I realize she's not wearing the thong or any other panties.
"Hey, sleepyhead," she says as I grab a piece of bacon. "I thought you'd need your strength for what I have planned for you today," she smiles, eyeing my hardening cock.
"What do you have planned, Sis?" I ask as I step up behind her and caress her bare ass cheeks."
"Well, if fed properly, I figure you might be persuaded to show a girl a good time," she laughs, wiggling her ass against my hands.
"The way to a man's heart is through his stomach, huh?" I ask, pulling her against me and nuzzling my cock between her ass cheeks.
"Max!" she pushes me away and pours pancake batter onto the griddle. "Eat first, then sex," she admonishes me playfully. "Get the drinks, okay?"
"Aww, you're no fun," I banter back as I open the fridge and pull out the orange juice. "But I do like how you dressed up for breakfast."
"I like how you're dressed... er... not dressed, too," she says.
"What time do you expect mom and dad?" I ask as we sit down to enjoy the pancakes. My cock has stayed perpetually hard while I've watched her move around the kitchen in her skimpy nighty.
"Not until late, around 8 o'clock tonight, I think," she smiles. "Think that gives us enough time?" she asks coyly.
"For what, Sis?" I tease between bites of pancake.
"For whatever you want," she whispers, her voice taking on a seductive tone.
"I want you," I answer honestly, her eyes reflecting the same lustful feelings I'm having.
"What are we waiting for?" she asks, clearing the table and putting the plates in the dishwasher.
As I follow her down the hall to her bedroom, I'm trying to get my mind around the fact that I'm actually going to fuck my sister! My cock has never been so fucking hard!
Kamala slips the nightie off her shoulders as she enters her room and lets it drop to the floor next to her bed. When she turns towards me I sense a hint of nervousness in her smile.
"You sure about this, Kamala?" I ask, stepping close and pulling her into my arms.
"Never been surer," she responds, kissing me lightly on the lips.
"We're really crossing a line," I remind her as I brush her hair from her face.
"Oh," she laughs, "Like showering together and oral sex wasn't?" She has a point. Kamala lies back on her bed, spreading her thighs invitingly and I crawl up between them. Her long pussy lips are already glistening with juice when I lower my face towards them.
"Just fuck me, Max," Kamala says, pulling on me by my shoulders. "I don't need any foreplay." I still pause at her perfect breasts to nibble on her nipples before I stretch out over my sister's welcoming body.
"I can't believe we're doing this," I tell her as I lean my body up and align my hard cock with her wide-open pussy. My cock is a steel rod, throbbing with anticipation but I pause long enough to admire my sister's beautiful body. She is a sight to behold; perfection personified. Damn!